C.E.T.

If someone talks to me about this crap, I’m quite sure he’ll be fed to lions in the Mysore Zoo(if there’re lions in that Zoo.!). Common Entrance Test or The CET, as it is called, is the one exam I hate. Not because I didn’t do well, but because it didn’t let me perform well. This f***** up exam was held on May 8th, I guess. It went on for two days. On the first day, we had Mathematics. There were 60 questions which were supposed to be answered in 70 minutes. As usual, all the questions were flicked from many other sources. I’m sure about that. Unfortunately, I hadn’t seen those sources! The paper was so damn lengthy that I could manage answering only some 35 questions correctly. I simply guessed the rest. Most of my friends did the same.
The second day saw Physics, which was pretty easy. In the afternoon, we had chemistry, which was also easy. This exam doesn’t require any slogging or learning concepts. It just tested our time management skills. I suck at managing time! My performance was ‘Okay-Okay’. Not upto my mark. I was not so impressed. But I’d to accept it!

Only one of my friend managed a very nice rank of 270. I really appreciate his performance. According to me, any rank within 300 or 400 is what I appreciate.

Then there was The seat selection process. I was unhappy to attend it! But I’d to…
Thanks to reservations of seats for all the ‘other’ castes, tribes from the Jungle Book, meat-eating losers, we didn’t have any seats left.
So I had to settle for a mere Biotech seat in PESIT. It is some God-forsaken course which has no future in this Nation. I had no plans of studying this course. I only wanted to change to some other course in a better college. The reason why I chose it is there was no good college available with a decent course at that time. I couldn’t help but choose this.
Then after a month, the Casual vacancy round was held, to fill the vacant seats in various categories. All my hopes fell on this round.
I was hoping for a decent seat, and I got one.
I chose Electrical Engg. in a better and a decent college, which I’m happy about.

How I learned to stop worrying and Love the blog!

I recently watched the movie called ‘Dr.Strangelove – How I learned to stop worrying and Love The Bomb.’ Well the title of this post is inspired by this interesting movie title! Over the past few weeks, I’ve started to love my blog. WordPress is really user-friendly. I hope they do better each Day! This has become one of my routines! I write in here everyday. I’m liking it! I think this is the best way we can express our thoughts.!

I really recommend everyone to start a blog! Write in there. Treat it like your friend!
You’ll feel Nice!

Where am I?

This is one of the many questions inside my head, still circling around me, like the eagles flying around a carcass! Honestly, I have very less idea about it. Life was great till some three months back. I was happily talking, hanging around and roaming with my friends. But now, it’s not like that. I’m feeling left out. Not really in a mood to really travel all the way to cinema halls and watch movies! But yeah! I did that just today. I went to watch ‘Kaminey’ with a couple of my best friends! I went only because these two friends were coming!

Why do I feel lonely? There is certainly a reason..
One of the best friends has gone to NITK. The other best friend is in this city, but he’s joined a different college. I don’t know what I’m going to do without them!
Half a year back, it was totally fun with them in BASE!
But not now!(I know it’s sad!)

I’d gone to the movie today with them. It was real fun! I don’t want to comment anything about the movie. It’s total copy of Quentin Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs. I’m envious about Shahid kapoor’s body!

Maybe, I can get back to my normal life. Maybe I reunite with them in an IIT next year. I really look forward to that moment…

Big Mistake!

Yes. I made a mistake. Probably a very very foolish thing! Well. let me explain about that..
In the first round of my Cet counselling, I chose Biotechnology as my Engg. course in PESIT. I’m not at all a Biology student. I chose this only and only for the college. PESIT is supposed to be a very good college. Some two days after the counselling, I went to the college along with my dad to complete the admission procedures and other formalities. I could’ve stayed without doing that. But, to be on the ‘safer’ side, I decided to get myself admitted. I went there at around 11am. We’d thought that it’s only about paying some cash and coming back. But NO! It was entirely out of the way we had thought. We’d to fill some Goddamn form. It was terribly and impossibly long! And there I was, fuming and fussing over things! My dad coolly adviced me to be patient, while he happily talked over phone with his business associates!

Wait, it’s not over. I then took the completed form to the concerned authorities. Guess what next!? He asked me to give FOUR copies of all the original documents – 10th Marks card, 12th marks card, Transfer Certificate…! I was like WTF! 4 copies!!???
I couldn’t help though! I had to do as he said. Thankfully PESIT has a xerox machine inside it’s library. I got four copies and submitted them.
But, it wasn’t over. He then asked me to submit SIX passport sized photographs and SIX stamp sized photographs!!! I was about to faint when I heard that!! What on Earth will they do with so many..!?
For this, I came back home(which is about 4 km from PESIT) and brought the photographs!
I then submitted the required documents. Then I was considered officially a student of PESIT.!
After that, I was given a booklet full of some God-forsaken rules and regulations, instructions and shit! It was so long! So many points! Gosh! Even my school didn’t impose so many rules!(I love You Kumarans!)

Only then I realised that I’d made one of the biggest mistakes in choosing PESIT! It royally sucks! When a student is pissed with the admission dept. and the procedure, what on earth can he achieve there!?
But now, thankfully, I got into RNSIT – Electrical Engg.! A course I was looking forward to..! I hope RNSIT is better than PESIT!

Certainly, RNSIT is better than PESIT in a few things –
-> Freedom – The wind of freedom blows strongly around the RNS campus. PESIT is kinda suffocated due to absence of freedom wind!
->Extra Curricular Actvities – Many of my friends have told this.

I think this is enough for a student to enjoy his four year stay!

P.S. – I’m warning you guys, enjoy your life. Don’t join colleges like this!
Please ask your seniors! They know the best!

Terrorism Crap

Terrorism

On September 14, 2001 President Bush stood on the ruins and ashes of Ground Zero. He was addressing the rescue workers wearing a sports jacket with an open-collar shirt. The president had his left arm wrapped around the shoulders of one of them. In his right hand the president held a megaphone. He responded to all the rescue workers who were shouting ‘USA! USA! USA!’ loudly and clearly: “I can hear you and the rest of the world hears you and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon!” The president expressed his anger at the despicable act of aggression and gave voice to the unspeakable desperation and resolve of the moment.
And the people who presumably are responsible for having “knocked these buildings down” are still hearing from the United States and from their allies with no less determination to eradicate terrorism and kill those leaders and followers that profess to perpetuate it.

The messages—the incessant exchanges of acts of violence on either side—do not seem to achieve their ends, however. On the contrary. What is being said by either expression of violence—the war on terror on one side and the proliferation of violent extremism on the other—is not heard nor understood just like in an incessant shouting match (if this disproportionate comparison may stand).

What is terrorism telling us? What are terrorists saying with their horrific deeds? What grievance do these voices express—justified or not? Whether the voices come from Palestine or Pakistan, from Afghanistan or Algiers, from Baghdad or Bali, London or Madrid? And what do terrorists hear the U.S. saying? Can we only communicate with each other through mutual mass murder? What does it mean when we interpret the acts of terrorism in this simplified formula: “They hate us. They hate our way of life”? These questions are debated among scholars and in the political science classrooms but not among the general public and generally not in the daily mass media.

Listening to the voice of terrorism and interpreting its language does never mean condoning it or diminishing in any way all that democratic governments have to do to protect and police their citizens in accordance with their laws.

Yet, what would happen if it was possible to understand that expression of violence as a language conveying hopelessness of fulfilling one’s life dreams, a sense of deprivation, disenfranchisement and utter desperation? Why would we wonder that in such social and cultural environments young men and women are easy prey for recruiters who know how to manipulate them into finding heavenly fulfillment by their sacrifice? And what if we understood their leaders to act from a need of personal aggrandizement or from a sense of having experienced humiliation, or of wanting to give more credence to their society, culture and deeply held beliefs? What if we asked: What is it that we do not understand and that you are really telling us? What would it take to comprehend terrorism not as an end in and of itself, but as a means to an end? As a tactics to meet fundamental needs? What if the terrorists understood what President Bush believes in, namely that he “defends freedom and all that is good and just in our world”?

What would be a different response to the voices of terror than the one chosen so far? How about making people understand that their fate can only be improved through their own constructive force and genius? How about a surge in educational assistance on a massive scale? How about books instead of bombs just as Greg Mortenson has shown us in ‘promoting peace in Pakistan one school at a time’ and as described in his co-authored book Three Cups of Tea?

Understanding and translating the language of terrorism and vice versa translating the Western responses would be a momentous task for mediators. Are mediators not specialists in listening carefully, understanding needs in a most differentiated way and in reframing language?

And hearing and seeing things differently and choosing tough diplomacy and economic assistance before war is what a President Obama promises. His hope and change message also offers hope and a chance to silencing terrorism by listening and by dealing with it with a lot more understanding of its complexity and in a more effective manner than the simplification of the current administration and the one Senator McCain intends to perpetuate.

Movie Craze!

As the title suggests, I’m a Movie Buff. Full Time! I watch all kinds of movies. Any kind.! Action, Horror, Love stories, silly movies with no genre, very serious ones… Anything!
These holidays gave me a big opportunity to expand my movie database.
I download almost everyday, a new movie. And watch it the next day.
And in that matter, I’m very very grateful to Torrentz
which enabled me to download all of them for free and easily! I really think ‘uTorrent’ is one of the most beautiful inventions in the field of Computers. It helps movie buffs like us to pursue our Hobby!!
Here is the List of my favourite movies. And I really suggest you to watch them too.!
The Godfather tops my list. I think it is THE best movie ever made! The director has done really genius work! And so have the Actors.
Mario Puzo is an unsung hero. And the director has sung the song for him!
Next comes Forrest Gump. Tom Hanks is my Idol. I worship him! I’ve nothing to describe about the movie. It’s just so awesome! All of you have to watch it!
Then it should be The Shawshank Redemption and The Prestige. The movies which won my heart all the way!
Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, 12 Angry Men, Saw, Body of Lies, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, The Departed…I love them all!

This List knows no bounds actually..!

Surrounded and Arrested!

Try

“Dude, it seems there are 3 seats in Mechanical in RV”. “Macha, full reservations da! No seats for us!” “No maga, I want RV or Pesit only. So I will go for Management seat….”

For the past two or three months, I’ve been hearing these kinda dialogues very very frequently. And I’m hating it! I don’t know why I’m listening to them at all. I don’t have a clue why I’m still here in this God-Forsaken city, and not in an IIT.

First, I really pity myself for not having succeeded! I really feel sorry and disappointed for being what I am now! People told me that the knowledge gained will help me somewhere! Lol. It didn’t help where it had to! Then what’s the Goddamn Use!?
Anyway, this post is not for scolding myself. I’ve done in other posts!

What I want to tell is that I’m not liking anything around here in these so-called Engineering colleges. It’s not yet started and I’ve already developed a strange feeling of Hatred towards these colleges. Maybe the disappointment of not making it to the IITs have fuelled this hatred.
I can’t help it. And I don’t want to, either!
But Allow me to tell you – Any branch in any college will enable you to land up in the same Kind of job, in Software field.
Those losers come, and offer you a high salary. You get tempted and take off. I’ve heard people telling me, “Dude, Companies as good as Microsoft and Google recruit guys from RV, PESIT…”
That is most probably true. But do they know what kind of jobs those guys are given.!? Maybe the cash they give is mouth-watering. But the job is as good as that of a 7 year old spoon-fed at home!
I believe we’ve to make our own identity. No matter what! It’s okay if we fail a few times. But we get to learn. There’s only one life. And we’ve to learn from our’s as well as other’s mistakes!

I don’t know how many of you agree with me. But Yes. This IS the truth! And you’ve to accept it someday. I didn’t perform in the CET. Honestly, I don’t give a Damn about it. And I don’t care where I land up, where I get a seat! I’m least bothered. But I get to hear things I don’t want to, from people I know. They simply talk about courses they want to do. One of my friends told he wants to land up in MIT!
Gosh. That person couldn’t get a decent rank in CET. And he wants to land up in Heaven. I never have any such kinds of thoughts. Atleast from now on, I’ll stop thinking high of myself. I’m thinking practical now.
That doesn’t lead to disappointment.
Seeing and knowing about the fate of colleges in this city, I’m feeling so so sorry for not clearing JEE. I didn’t do it. After two damn years of Working.
One of my friends told IIT isn’t all. I quite agree with her. But, for me, it is very important. I’ve strived for it for more than two years. And somewhere, I deserve to be there. Not here in these Lost colleges, where those authorities call up the students and bug them to attend classes.
One of the colleges, it seems, threaten students, saying that they’re very strict and the students have to Behave!
Lol.
I feel sorry.

But it’s my fault I’m here. And not in an IIT.

I’ve fallen. But I’ve not forgotten to get up and move further. I’ll make sure I don’t fall again!
As the picture above suggests, I should fail at failing!

Cheers.

I believe…

faith

I believe there is more to each of us than we could ever know.

I believe there is one Source connecting everything, everywhere, always. It sits not on high, separate, watching passively, as we meander through the parade of choices composing our lives’ stories. Instead it is inextricably intertwined within and around, nearer than our breath, no further than our thoughts.

I believe each and every thing we experience, feel, or think is born of that source. Every powerful spark of inspiration, tinge of emotion, or idea that will ever take shape is created of that place, centered deep within — and connecting — each of us. It is that innate connection we all share that has driven us from wanderers to farmers, thatched-leaf hut villages to expansive cities.

That force within us has guided us as we have fashioned astounding, spectacular, creations that can light the darkness, locate unseen ill-nesses, or further connect us: anywhere, anytime, with the tap of a SEND button. We hurl computerized, complex objects billions of miles across a darkened sky to land with pinpoint accuracy on far-flung worlds so distant that they are invisible to the naked eye — and would have remained unknown if not for others inspired to create by that exact same source we all share. We create because the Universe is in a constant state of creation. Being of it, we do the same.

We have founded treatments for afflictions and ailments from scurvy to smallpox, measles to polio. And someday, it is as sure as we exist that morning will dawn over a world devoid of cancer, AIDs, and Alzheimer’s. We know we will find cures; we are merely in the process of bridging the distance between inspiration and implementation.

When we believe, we do spectacular, astounding things — and will do far more. It is what we do because it is who we are.

Our greatness has names, some known to many: Mother Theresa, Albert Einstein, Miguel Hidalgo, Fa-Ngoum, Martin Luther King, Jesus, Mohammed, and Buddha. Some are lesser known: you, the store clerk, the daycare worker, and me. Yet, within each is the precise unchanging power that created all who have come before and who will ever be.

Since we are part of the universe, we must be infused with the same stuff that created our rivers, mountains, oceans, and even our Mother Earth. Moreover, beyond that, the same universal force that envelops each of us, at all times, wherever we are, wraps the furthest star in the darkest night. Therefore, when we gaze far into the nighttime sky, we see some of ourselves. We cannot be separated from that which created us; it is denial of what we are, and what we can be.

I believe all this. And because I do, I am convinced that a force so pow-erful, so creative, so expansive to do all this, would never put anyone on this planet doomed to fail, whether her goal may be to change the future of millions or simply to lead a happier life for herself.

I felt we needed to be reminded. I sure do.

Driver’s Licence

I turned 18 on 3rd April this year. And my Dad told me to get my Driver’s Licence done. I was happy to get it done!
So, after some days of my birthday, I went with my dad and one of his friends, to the Road Transport Office, which is quite close to my home. The purpose of taking my dad’s friend along is, he had ‘contacts’ there, and he could get this stuff done in a short time easily! We reached the office at around 10 am. And the first thing we did was, Pay a fee of 90Rs and fill an application form. This was where I was annoyed; the first time of various incidents that day! The application form was full of damn grammatical errors. Can’t those damn people open their eyes while printing all this!? I really wonder. I mean, it should be proper! There is no excuse for a mistake! I was fuming, when my dad said not to bother about all those things. Next, came the examination of documents by the Asst. Commissioner. I’d to wait in the queue. After a 20 minute wait, I was called inside a big but air-less room. The great man sitting there glanced at my documents, and said, “Sir, where is the original RC book and Insurance papers?”
I was like Okay, I will get them. I came out and told my dad. Unfortunately, these things weren’t there in the vehicle. So my dad went back home and brought them. Then I went inside, again after waiting in the queue! This time, some other man verified my stuff. He gave me one more shock.! He said, “Where is the Emission test Certificate?” I was surprised! Why didn’t this loser tell me about this before!? I couldn’t help. I came out and told my dad about it. Fortunately, there was one testing place next to the office. We got out vehicle ’emission tested’. And then, Finally, I took all the documents inside. He signed them! Phew!
Then after all this, my dad’s friend’s ‘Contact’ was walking out. She noticed us and came to us. When I told her the details, she asked me not to worry and assured that she’d get it done. Then she took the documents to the Inspector, whose job was to examine people’s ability to drive. He then asked me to drive till a corner.
I did it. And he signed it!
Finally, after a struggle, I got my Licence after a week!
Now I know why India is still a Developing country!
It’s all due to the greatness of the Brainless men and women sitting in places where they don’t belong.

An interesting Post

There are two People – A and B.
A is a careless young man, very simple and a bit clever!
B is a girl, who thinks she knows everything just because she can score well in exams! Little does she know that she is still unaware of plenty, plenty of things happening around..
Sometime back A, with his friends was playing a game on a social networking site. The game was to find profiles belonging to some of the biggest losers! A found B’s profile to be boring and fake! So he put it up for the game! After some days, B found out about this. She got angry and thrashed A. An argument happened between them. After some heated talks, both sorted things out and became kinda friends.
Days passed, and their friendship also grew! After a few months, they became the best of friends.
They texted each other most of the time in a day, talked on phone.
They shared everything about them! It was all nice.!
Both were happy.

But one day, when A texted B, there was no reply. A thought B must be busy with something.
Then A texted B the next day too. Again, there was no reply.
So, A asked another friend of his, who is also a friend of B, about B.
That another friend texted B. And she got a reply!
B said that she doesn’t want to text A anymore.
A was amazed at this ’emergency change of attitude’!
Then B texted A saying she doesn’t like A anymore. And she doesn’t want to talk to A. And if A has any respect, he shouldn’t talk or text B anytime. B also asked A to concentrate on ‘other’ things in life!
So that was the End of a friendship, which apparently was so strong, that it couldn’t be broken!
Moral of the Story – A strong bond can’t be broken by any external forces! Yes. But an internal force CAN break it!

A was really hurt. He was shocked!
But he has to be prepared by all these kinds of stuff!!

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